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wambsgansshoelaces · 6 months

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Turmoil; Chapter 1

Roman Roy x fem!Reader -read the rest here!

Prompt: slowburn romantic drama, arranged marriage plot line

a/n: thank you to anon for requesting! if you requested this fic, please tell me so I can tag you! I apologize if this reads as unrealistic or too dramatic- but please let me know your thoughts!

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Nothing. You’d turned yourself into something from nothing.

You’d ended up in New York on your own, running from your past, vying for a fresh start. With a degree from Harvard law in your pocket and an unsatiated hunger for success, it only took one case to change your fortune.

Your boss had pawned the case off on you because it seemed impossible. A man charged for real property fraud, and heaps of evidence to prove it. You initially thought you’d pawn the case off to some other schmuck, until you’d been given an anonymous tip and found a discrepancy in a bit of evidence that unraveled the opposition’s entire case.

It was a massive win- not just for you, but for your entire firm -and it came with a massive raise.

A few years later, you’d amassed an egregious amount of money in total and even more respect from those around you, so you quit and founded your own firm. You’re thankful for everything you have. You stay humble, you’re likable, and you make sure everyone in your employment is as well. It keeps you afloat- New York loves you, but more importantly, they trust you.

It earns you millions.

You’re happy with the life you lead. You frequent charity events, donating whenever you can, staying kind. You know what kindness can feel like during a period of misery. You remember what relief felt like when extended a hand, so you extend yours whenever you can.

You help the people around you. You’re kind to everyone, conduct yourself with grace, and are aware of yourself and those around you.

Maybe that’s why Logan Roy chose you.

He’d written to you a week ago, inviting you to dinner to discuss business prospects. You assume he’s gotten himself into a legal pickle involving some of his questionable activity which some regard as criminal.

When you enter the restaurant, one of his men spawn at your side and lead you into the dimly lit back where nobody is sitting. Your heels click on the marble, your gait not wavering.

“Mr. Roy,” you say when you see him. He gets up, albeit very slowly, and shakes your hand.

“Y/L/N in the flesh.” He sits back down and gestures to the seat across from him. You oblige. “You’ve made quite the name for yourself.”

“I do my best.”

He beckons over a passing waiter. “Get her whatever she wants. Put it on my tab.”

You quietly order a small appetizer and watch him watch you.

“Well, Mr. Roy, I hate beating around the bush. Why am I here?”

“The first case you worked on. Do you remember that man’s name? The one you proved innocent?”

“Connor Frost. I don’t forget. Never showed his face once.”

“About him. For witness protection and press reasons, we were allowed to alter his name in the official papers. We also got away with him never being there.”

Your heart misses a beat.

“Connor Roy was on trial for real property fraud, and you proved him innocent,” he continues. You school your face into neutrality. You get a sick feeling in your stomach that won’t stop growing and gnawing at you. It threatens to eat you inside out. “I hate to burst your bubble, but he was guilty. Fucking stupid, it was.”

You blink. “I don’t mean any disrespect, but-”

Logan’s eyes never leave yours. “But nothing. The deed you found in Connor’s name? Forged. And the people who forged it were paid more than enough to never think of speaking about it in court. You couldn’t have known it was fake, so you took it to trial and won. I practically bankrolled that raise of yours.” You can feel yourself begin to itch. “Initially, there was never any need to tell you. If I had things my way, I’d have let you live your life doing whatever the fuck you wanted. But my son had other plans.” As if he didn’t just reveal that your first case was a joke, he offers you some wine. You quickly decline. You feel like you’re going to puke all over him.

“Kendall. You know Kendall.” His voice drips with venom. “Would’ve given everything to him, but he obviously has different ideas for the company. I can’t let him take it now. He’ll fuck up everything I’ve worked for and put into place at Waystar. And I’m not giving the company to the idiot who accidentally committed fraud to the point of felony, or the one who’s running around the world with her dumb fucking political bullshit. That leaves me with one son. So the company has to go to him.”

Logan tops off his glass of wine. “But, by God’s grace, this leftover son is the fucking stupidest of them all.”

You have no idea how this has anything to do with you.

“Let me be clear, Miss Y/L/N. I respect you. You’re a fantastic attorney. I’d have you on retainer- I will, once my current contract with that Frederica jackass runs out. But you must forgive me for all of this. I have to do what needs to be done.”

He inhales, then sighs. “For you to take control without me losing public face, I want you and my son to come to an agreement in a partnership.”

You have to give him the dumbest fucking look for him to respond with, “Marry him. I need you to marry him.”

“I’m sorry?” You can barely keep your composure. You think you’re dreaming, or someone spiked your water, or you’re dead, or anything but this.

“I can’t have him in control. I can pretend like he is, sure, but I need someone with a brain at the helm.”

“I… my degree is in criminal law. I have no idea how the corporate, let alone financial world runs.” It’s all you can think of to say.

He waves you off. “You’ll learn.”

You don’t know what to say. You probably look like a fish, mouth hung open as you gape at him. “Surely someone else is better suited to this than me. I won’t. I can’t.”

“This is why I had to apologize,” he mutters. “Do as I say, and our secret is kept. Walk away, the tabloids will learn of a little lady who buried and forged evidence to win her first court case.”

“You can’t be serious. I thought it was real!”

“The public doesn’t know that. Regardless, I’ve done worse. I’ve ruined stronger, more powerful people with much less.”

You press your lips into a thin line. “I suppose you’ve left me with no choice,” you grit out.

Logan smiles and claps his hands together. “Welcome to the family.” Your appetizer finally comes and is set in front of you. You don’t feel that hungry anymore. “What are you waiting for? Eat!”

He takes a bit of calamari from you. “I think it goes without saying,” he says, “that if you say anything about this conversation we’ve had, you’ll end up prosecuted and in jail for fraud.”

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You feel like you could punch a hole into the wall. You can’t believe it. It’s pure dumb fucking luck that you got caught in this.

Logan Roy didn’t choose you for your legal prowess, or any of your skill or ability like you’d stupidly believed. He chose you because he has control over you, and he knows it.

A few days pass, and you begrudgingly drag yourself out of your rotting place in bed. Cursing yourself the entire time, you change into something nice. Logan told you he was throwing a party in your name, to introduce you to the family- and the inner circle, you knew.

If anything, you think to yourself, you look fucking good.

You’re not prepared for the onslaught of paparazzi that bombards you the moment you step out of the house.

That bastard must’ve told the press about your engagement.

There’s nothing you can do but get into the black sedan waiting for you at the bottom of your driveway. You’re probably going to have to move, now.

You sit in the backseat, simmering the entire drive. You have to prepare yourself for the hell that’ll be stiff arming paparazzi to get to the party.

When you pull up, you take a deep breath, and step out the car. The man sitting in the passenger seat got out before you and walks out in front of you, another flanking you as you push through the chaos.

The flashes are almost blinding, but you keep your eyes open. Every picture taken tonight is going to be circulated tenfold by not even tomorrow morning. You hope you have resting bitch face in all of them.

Your miniature guard manages to get you inside with no issues. You’re late on purpose, and it seems like the room goes quiet when you enter.

The crowd stares back at you as you survey them. As much as your rage is telling you to make a scene, you won’t. Time and place, you tell yourself.

Immediately, you can tell Connor recognizes you. He tries to avoid your gaze, but your rage bubbles up and out of you. “Mind if I steal him for chat?” you ask the girl standing with him, voice painfully faux-sweet. You feel like you’re on Love Island, in some sick, twisted way.

The girl gives Connor an awkward pat on the arm before leaving him be. You can feel peoples’ eyes burning into the back of your head.

“You told me,” you begin, voice dangerously low, “that you didn’t do it.”

He looks everywhere but at you. “I was just doing what I had to.”

“Was fucking me over what you had to do? Because I feel like that’s all you did,” you hiss.

“Do you really think someone like me is going to ever go to jail?” Connor scoffs. “It could damage my reputation.”

“It could damage my reputation,” you mock. “Are you fucking stupid? Fucking God.”

You turn to leave, but immediately pivot back. “You’re a Roy. You would’ve been bailed out immediately. You wouldn’t have even gone to jail for an hour.”

You’re fuming. You’re barely holding it together.

Then, you catch the eyes of a man not that much taller than you, dressed in all crisp black. He’s handsome, you think, a light stubble dotting his jaw and soft eyes that wrinkle gently when he smiles.

He excuses himself from the conversation he’s having to come to you and Connor.

“Connor. You’ve met my lovely bride-to-be?”

You’re back to fuming, any thoughts of his beauty gone.

He sticks his hand out to you. “Roman Roy. Nice to meet you, I’m your fiancé.” His voice is painfully bitter.

“You think I want this any more than you do?” you ask under your breath, your handshake way too firm. His grip on your hand is equally as tight.

Connor snorts. “At least act like you like each other.”

“You’re the reason any of this happened. Keep yourself out of it,” you snap.

Roman sighs and turns away from Connor. “Can we go for a walk? We should probably have a word.” To your dismay, you agree.

As soon as you’re out of the main atrium and by yourselves in a grand hallway, you speak freely. “Listen, this is nothing personal,” you begin, “but I’m looking for a way out of this.”

Roman looks over at you as you walk, both of you going at a snail’s pace. “I don’t stink, do I?” He sticks his hands in his pockets. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry this happened to you. I know he’s blackmailing you.”

You sigh. “I should’ve known something was wrong with the case when I never saw my fucking client in person.”

“Well, I want this over as quickly as you do. My father doesn’t want me anywhere near the company, and I’d like to change that.” You both stop walking to face each other. Maybe you two can be friends, despite everything.

“Let me make something clear, though.” Roman takes a step towards you, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “I’m only in this for me. Not you.”

Whatever positive thoughts you’d had were chased away. You spend the rest of the night fuming under your skin, lying through your teeth, and standing by yourself in the corner.

Siobhan Roy is the first to approach you.

“I admire you, you know.”

“Your father said that too, and look where I am now.”

She presses a flute of champagne into your hand. “I’m not my father.” You share a tense look. “Listen. I think we can do something good together,” she says lowly. “You want to disentangle yourself from this situation, and I want my father out of the picture when it comes to Waystar. Some of my clients have used your firm during political scandal. They all came away unscathed… I have full trust in your ability.”

“What do you want from me?”

“When the time comes,” Siobhan says, “I want you to help take my father to court. And put him down under. So to speak,” she adds. “And I’ll help make sure that if my father ever says anything about you, nobody believes it.”

After Siobhan, it’s Kendall.

“Shiv talked to you.” He’s worse at keeping conversation than she is. “I would also be involved in this. I’d take my dad’s place as CEO, Roman becomes COO.”

“I take him to court, I’m told.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you do, and you win,” he says carefully. “And then you get so much money you can run away to some foreign country and forget any of this happened.”

You regard him carefully. “How can I trust you? Or Siobhan? Or anyone in this fucking place?”

Kendall pauses, and takes a moment to think. “You can’t,” is all he says before leaving you standing on your own once again.

Finally, Roman makes his way back to you. You bristle as you watch him approach. “I know you don’t really like me right now, but I want to go home and I can’t leave without you on my arm. So, shall we?”

You roll your eyes, but take his elbow anyway.

#roman roy #roman roy x you #roman roy x reader #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #succession x reader #slowburn #roman roy slowburn #romantic drama #succession slowburn #x reader slowburn #wambsgansshoelaces #turmoil

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creekfiend · 10 months

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I am so so on board with Electoral Politics Can't Fix This and trust me I am very frustrated by people shouting THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE! about stuff that is, like, inherent to the evils of capitalism and The State

but I am also tired of pretending like who wins the US presidential election doesn't have any material impact on anybody

the amount I spend thinking about what my life would be like without the ACA: a lot

I would probably have been forced to go bankrupt to get any care. that's just what happened with preexisting conditions before ACA.

I'm also tired of acting like "fantasizing about how much Less Bad stuff might be if Clinton had got to pick the last few supreme court justices" is evil or whatever

like I Hate This System and my well-being and the well-being of millions of other people should not fucking be dependent on it + YES EVERY PRESIDENT WILL BE EVIL AND THEY WILL ALL ENGAGE IN A SET NUMBER OF VERY EVIL ACTIONS NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE DUE TO THE UNITED STATES DOING EVIL THINGS. WE KNOW THIS

but statements like "my life is materially better than it would have been if Obama had not won those elections" aren't like, statements about valuing electoral politics

they're statements about it being fucked up that we live in this reality AND ALSO WE DO LIVE IN THIS REALITY

I just feel like if we can't be like voting is temporary harm reduction and that actually doesn't not matter then we just want stuff to get Worse and Worse as fast as possible and I am aware that that is also a political stance some people have but as a disabled person,

as my good friend Alex once said to some anticiv anarchists,

I really can't get behind a revolution that requires me to be dead!

anyway. I'm so tired of navigating the healthcare system and I want to kill people rn

#sick #uspol

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popjunkie42 · 13 days

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👉🏼👈🏻 9. chains?

❤️❤️❤️ I have been working on this one for-ev-er but I have decided I will finish it (or at least publish some chapters) for my birthday in August!

Chains is my canon-divergent piece where Lucien gets ahold of Feyre in chapter 47 in ACOMAF, where he and the sentries find her in the Illyrian forest. He takes her back to Tamlin in Spring and we get to find out if Rhys will make good on that promise to tear the world apart to get her back.

Here’s a little juicy snippet under the cut.

“I’m a member of Court now. And there are certain things I can’t, won’t tell you, Tamlin.”

The hint of a sneer was creeping onto his face. “A member of his Court? And what services do you provide him?”

I could feel myself getting sharp and my skin boiling with all the disdain and insults coming from his mouth. After all the time I had spent agonizing over him, the guilt and mourning living deeply in my chest. And for him to accuse me, to think the worst of me?

And even if I had, my ties to him ended when he sealed me in a cage and I left my wedding ring melting on the ground.

My temper was flaring and maybe I still wasn’t the well trained Emissary I was supposed to be, yet. But I did always like playing with fire.

“Is that what it would take?” I asked him, leaning an arm onto the table. “For you to let me go, to leave me alone? If I told you I fucked him?”

Tamlin was a blur to even my fae eyes, immediately on his knees in front of me, his talons digging deep into the wood of the chair. It skidded back a few inches from the table and I grasped the sides on instinct, my body recoiling and locking up.

There would be no shield this time. As he bared his fangs inches from my face, I doubted even Lucien and the sentries would be enough to get him off of me.

I was right back on the foyer floor, sinking further and further down.

“Did you?” He growled, his hot breath searing my face.

A million thoughts whooshed to the back of my head in front of his snarling rage. None of your damn business. I wish I had. How dare you even think it. But my fear won out.

“No,” I breathed.

Slowly his anger lessened, his body reeling back from mine in a slow smooth movement. Finally he retreated back to his chair, dropping his head into his hands.

“You’re back now, Feyre,” he said, his voice low and tired. “You’re home and we’re going to get you help. Nothing has been easy but I will fight for you.”

I hated that even in my fear and anger, my heart cracked at that.

I had always wanted him to fight for me. Just not in the way that he chose. And I had desperately wanted him to forget the fighting, and to just be with me. To help find a way for us to both crack the shells we put around ourselves. To know him, and the kind of life we could have together, and to dream of it side by side instead of one in front of the other.

“There’s nothing I can say,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “There’s nothing I can say that will convince you, is there? That I left. That I left you. That I’m not some fool under his thrall?”

He grumbled softly, the talons slowly retracting, as if reluctant. “It’s not about that, Feyre. He’s powerful. So few can stand against him. It’s not your fault.”

#acotar #feysand #wip excerpt

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itsyoung8 · 3 months

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Bully characters X *NSYNC song

Hey, guys! This idea suddenly popped up in my head so why share it with you so here we go! (oh it's funny Here We Go is an *NSYNC song and I didn't even do it on purpose). I'll announce right away that the post is likely to be very long (sorry in advance) and not everyone.

Jimmy Hopkins - Just Got Paid

And if you'll notice my smile is like Kool-Aid 'Cause I just (just) got (got) paid (paid), uh

Jimmy, after having done a mission, is I think very happy to have some money! we know that he does the missions for two things: to foil Gary's plans and to get some money.

Pete Kowalski - Sailing

Sailing (takes me away) Takes me away To where I've always heard it could be (I heard it could be) Just a dream and the wind to carry me (soon I will be free) Soon I will be free Free

I think Pete sees Jimmy as a way to live the dream life he wants to lead: a life where he's not bothered and he's not alone. He would then soon be free, far from what bothers him.

Gary Smith - Forever Young

Whatever may come falling down Will never break our solid ground A million hours until the game is won

And no matter how many plans Jimmy can thwart, Gary will always have one until he wins.

Troy Miller - Crazy For You

Wherever I go, whatever I do, Whenever my heart is crying out for you

Russell invades his mind and makes his heart beat faster every moment, but Troy isn't about to tell him.

Wade Martin - I'm Just Wanna Be With You

If you're scared of love, don't, don't be afraid Because girl, I'm scared too, but I gotta have you

Wade is scared of love because he doesn't want to end up like his parents but he wants to try anyway.

Davis White - If I'm Not the One

If I'm not the one you want, then who's he? Take your time to figure out, and you'll see If I'm not the one you want, then maybe I'll be the one you need

When this girl refused his advances, Davis wondered why and figured that one day she would end up dating him.

Trent Northwick - I'll Be Good For You

I know you want me, too It's in your eyes, they say you do They're telling me you'll open your heart to me Yeah

Trent believes that all the girls are madly in love with him.

Bif Taylor - Do Your Thing

There ain't no excuse for coming up short The ball is in your court (ooh) So reach up and touch the sky

I see Bif saying this to himself before every boxing match as if to give himself courage and strength.

Gord Vendome - [God Must Have Spent] A Little More Time On You

I never thought that love could feel like this And then you changed my world with just one kiss

He thought that someone like him should only date someone of the same social class as him. But after going out and kissing Lola, this view of things seemed boring to him.

Parker Ogilvie - Riddle

The whole song is Parker. He tries to understand the girls, to decode every sign, but he can't. He finds it impossible but keeps trying until he succeeds.

Chad Morris - Celebrity

If I wasn't a celebrity Would you be so nice to me If I didn't have cheese like every day Would you still wanna be with me If I couldn't buy you diamond rings And all those other expensive things Would you be so into me If I wasn't a celebrity Lately

If Chad didn't have the money to pay her whatever she wants, would Lola be interested in him? No, the answer is no.

Bryce Montrose - The Game Is Over

Invincible, is what you think you are But you're just so typical Though you think that you're a star You act like everyone revolves around you

A line of dialogue shows that Bryce doesn't like Lola and I see him saying that to her face so much lol.

Lucky De Luca - Up Against the Wall

She took my hand (oh) We never said a word at all We started grinding Shorty had me up against the wall Ask me about tomorrow You know that I don't care at all I just got caught up when she had me up against the wall (Shawty had me up against the wall)

Lucky is a quiet guy who doesn't care about a lot of things and could have any girl.

Johnny Vincent - It's Gonna Be Me

Every little thing I do Never seems enough for you You don't wanna lose it again But I'm not like them Baby, when you finally Get to love somebody Guess what? It's gonna be me

During an argument, Johnny tells Lola that he doesn't know what to do anymore so that she only loves him.

Norton Williams - You Got It (Joey's part in it I melt)

Walking slowly through the rain Without worries there's no pain When you see a shooting star All your problems seem so far

Norton is so soft and soft as it is that I can see him saying that.

Ricky Pucino - I Want You Back

You're all I ever wanted You're all I ever needed (yeah) So tell me what to do now When I want you back

Ricky, our broken-hearted man, would do anything to get her back and they would be together again.

Peanut Romano - If Only In Heaven's Eyes

I keep your words alive, I could never forget Cause in the final hour you made me proud So proud that I could know you

Peanut can't thank Johnny enough for everything he's done for everything.

Vance Medici - The Two Of Us

'Cause I'm thinking 'bout you day and night And I just can't get you off my mind When you get a minute baby I was thinking we could hook up It's just the two of us, the two of us

When Vance falls in love, he knows he's going to end up with this person because he knows how to go about it and she'll occupy his thoughts until he doesn't love her anymore.

Lefty Mancini - Bringin' Da Noise

Say, c'mon c'mon let's raise the roof And give 'em proof that we can get loose y'all

Because Lefty is someone who lives his life to the fullest and on his own terms.

Hal Esposito - Yo Te Voy A Amar

Te abrazaré Te haré olvidar Lo que te hizo sufrir

Hal loves Eunice would do anything for her.

Beatrice Trudeau - Something Like You

Something happens when you look at me, I forget to speak Something happens when you kiss my mouth, my knees get so weak Could it be true, this is what God has meant for me 'Cause, baby I can't believe That something, like you ...Could happen to me Yeah-yeah... Something, like you...

Everything she feels about Jimmy.

Thad Carlson - Together Again

What can I do to make you see That I'm here, here for you I really hope that you'll come home So we can be together again

All he wants is for him and Dan to be the same as before: inseparable brothers.

Algernon Papadopulous - I Thought She Knew

My world revolved around her My love light burned for her alone But she couldn't see the flame Only myself to blame

He loved Lola, the first girl he fell in love with but she didn't see him because she didn't care about him.

Earnest Jones - Selfish

Almost the entire song is Earnest. Although Mandy refuses her advances time and time again, he still loves her and won't stop until she's his and he'd be willing to do anything for it even if it means hurting someone.

Melvin O'Connor - Space Cowboy (Yippie-Yi-Yay) ft Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes

If you wanna fly, come and take a ride Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby

Melvin already thinks he's a knight so I think he could very well, in a western rpg, think he's a cowboy and pick up a girl like that.

Bucky Pasteur - I Need Love

I just wanna tell you how I feel I just wanna have a love that's real How can I stop this burning desire? I can see that you're the one for me You're the only one I really need I need a love that burns like a fire

The girl he loves and needs is Beatrice and he doesn't understand what she sees in Jimmy.

Casey Harris - This Is Where The Party's At

The whole song is about Casey: a cool guy who wants to have fun with his friends or the girl he wants to date. He's a guy who doesn't get into trouble.

Mandy Wiles - Here We Go

Here we go, one more time Everybody's feeling fine, here we go now (Yes, yes, yes, here we go, *NSYNC has got the flow)

Just replace *NSYNC with Mandy in the lyrics and that's her! She is dynamic, very good dancer and manages to set the mood during matches and parties.

You've made it to the end! Thanks for reading to the end! A la prochaine!

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 1 year

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love means nothing | epilogue

leon goretzka x original female character [+18]

synopsis: 10 years ago, after winning wimbledon at the age of 18, olivia araujo was tennis's biggest rising star. she had a cosmopolitan social life, a handsome boyfriend and all the time in the world. now she was pushing 30, single, lonely and after several complicated injuries she could feel her career coming to an end. warnings: sports-typical violence; mentions of depression; angst; timeline of events are not based on real life; minors dni.

previous chapter | masterlist

Epilogue | 93 million miles

“Every road is a slippery slope

There is always a hand that you can hold on to

Looking deeper through the telescope

You can see that your homes inside of you”

I have been in therapy for a couple of months now. After playing Stuttgart and winning it, I’ve decided to take a break from tennis. ‘To take care of my mental health. My physical injuries affected my confidence and my passion for the sport. I can’t stipulate a date of return, but hopefully you’ll see me in court soon.’ – that was my official statement.

On the bright side, I didn’t have to fire my own father. On the down side, he fired himself. Now he’s training a Portuguese boy that didn’t even turn pro yet. So, I’m sure he’ll get to live the life he loves so much for many years to come.

“What makes you happy?” My therapist asked.

“My sister, my friends, my boyfriend. The people I love. Also tennis. Yes, I love playing tennis, and I love winning. I’m just not sure I love it enough to give up spending time with the people I love, you know?”

“Can’t you find a balance?”

And so I met with Ana Suáres, former Spanish top 10 player, currently my new coach.

“In modern tennis nobody is playing all the competitions anymore. Especially a champion like you. Your concerns are valid, Liv. Whenever you’re ready to go back to court, we’ll do it in a way that’s not harmful for you, both muscular and mentally.” She was a saint and a genius. Sure, we were in our honeymoon phase, and I know problems will appear along the way. But for the time being, I’m genuinely happy to be working with someone like her.

At home, with Leon, life was a bliss. We had a proper conversation where he asked me to move in with him, and I said yes. One day, when I was coming back from practice, he was sitting on the couch holding a Golden Retriever puppy.

“I’m so sorry. I know I should’ve talked to you. It was Chiara’s idea. She said you would like it.”

I laughed and waved at him, asking for him to give me the puppy. She was the cutest puppy in the world. Chiara was right and I did like it.

“Can I choose the name?” He asked me.

“Of course, honey.”

“I was thinking of Billie Jean King.”

Little Billie Jean filled the house with life. She reminded me of my young self – so full of energy, so determined. I went back to practice after that.

“Are you going to be upset if I go back touring? I’m not interested in playing as often as before, but I do want to go back.” I asked him.

We were laying on bed, playing with Billie. It was one of our many lazy Monday mornings.

“We’re busy people, love. I could never be upset. I travel all the time too. As long as you come back to me. As long as you’re happy. Then I’m happy too.”

We kept our promises and always went back to each other. To our home with Billie. I never won a Grand Slam again, but until my retirement many many years later, I never lost my love for my sport again.

#love means nothing #leon goretzka #football fanfic #tennis fanfic #oc fanfiction

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sopolicegardener · 23 days

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11 Ways to Completely Sabotage Your Bắn Cá Liên Minh

The internet was just born and already it has 6 billion websites, one for every person on Earth today. Human beings are obsessed with writing and even more obsessed with Paris Hilton, the number one search on the internet. Lets get to know a little about our modern day Aphrodite aka Venus, the Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sex worshipped by the Greek and Roman people 4 thousand years ago. Paris Hilton proves once again that sex sells both hamburgers and religion.

The Greek Goddess Aphrodite Festival is called the Aphrodisiac, which was celebrated all over Greece especially in Athens and Corinth. Christina Onassis was the heiress of Aristotle Onassis the Greek shipping billionaire. We are talking real money here. Christina was Aristotles only living child, a real heiress, like Jennifer Gates, 9, and Phoebe Gates, 3, the two daughters of the worlds richest man, send me the Bill Gates, at $51 billion dollars and counting. Bill and Melinda French of Dallas Texas have given so much money to charity that they have completely eradicated poverty in Africa. Paris Hilton, if she is lucky enough to make it into her grandfathers will will be lucky to inherit one million dollars. The One with the money, Paris great grandfather Conrad Hilton, (whose son Nicky was the first husband of Elizabeth Taylor), left the grand total of nothing to his 4 children. He married his third wife at 87 and then left his entire fortune to the Catholic Church. Paris grandfather Barron Hilton went to court to contest the will and Ae88 Vin he won, becoming the first person ever to defeat the Vatican in court, walking away with a few hundred million. He has 8 kids. They have kids. Paris slice of the pie could be $200,000, walking around money for the Sultan of Brunei, whose oil fields America is now spending its blood to protect. That is hot not.

Being an heiress is normally a mirage, as Christina Onassis can testify to. Have you ever noticed how many pop icons cash in on Jesus story right in their names? Its like peoples minds are like search engines responding either positively or negatively to certain keywords like Paris Hilton. Madonna, the Virgin Mary, Christ Ina Aguilera, Britney Spears, I have a pain in my side, said Jesus. Is that a spear in my ribcage or are you just happy to see me? Jesus Christ was a Jewish Rabbi painted by the Greek New Testament writers with the Godlike qualities of the Greek Goddess Eurynome and Bellerophon and his flying horse Pegasus and several other Greek deities. You can read all about it at The Temple of Love. 20 million Christian and Jewish children lost their lives in WW2 aka The War Against the Jews because according to stories which God of Mount Sinai aka Jesus aka Allah aka Elohim Himself endlessly calls man made legends and fairy tales right in the Holy Bibles, the Jewish people killed this half real half fictitious character 2,000 years ago in Jerusalem. Humans have a problem separating fact from fiction. At least Paris Hilton is a real person. Ive seen her. Ive touched her. Ive kissed her. Her lips are as candy. Her legs are as ladders.

Sex sells. Paris Hilton was a nobody, an extra in a series of B movies until the videotape of her coiting Rick Salomon in 1 Night in Paris showed up on the internet last year at the same time that The Simple Life debuted. People are fascinated by infamy. Did you know that the male cats penis has spines which point backwards? Upon withdrawal of the penis the spikes rake the walls of the females vagina. The female needs this stimulation for ovulation to begin. Paris Hilton, outraged over the release of the video, raked in $400,000 plus a percentage of the profits of the film which shot her to super stardom. Without that video Paris Hilton is serving cocktails at Studio 54 today instead of dancing on the bar topless with the worlds media murdering each other for a snapshot of Paris Hilton half nude.

Paris Whitney Hilton was named after Whitney Houston because her name wasnt famous enough. During the Aphrodite Festival, the Aphrodisiac, in Corinth Greece, the men had intercourse with the Priestesses of Aphrodite. This was considered a method of worshipping Aphrodite. What did you get for Christmas? In the Holy Eu9/EuBet Temple in Jerusalem the Priests lured the people in with The Temple Prostitutes who lived in the Holy Temple in Jerusalem. King Solomon who built the Holy Temple had 900 wives, concubines and mistresses. Compared to him Jesus was a mere piker with his Mary Magdalene and a few of her girlfriends. Do you hear what Im saying girlfriend? At least Paris Hilton is a real person.

Aphrodite was born as an 18 year old Vave Paris Hilton in the Sea off of Cyprus after Cronus cut off Uranus genitals and the elder Gods blood and semen dropped on the Sea where they began to foam. Aphrodite rose out of the foam in her 18 year old birthday suit. When did people become so prudish? Going wild over 1 Night in Paris? 4,000 years ago mating with hookers in the Temple was normal. In Luk88 1879 William-Adolphe Bouguereau painted the Birth of Venus, (Venus was Aphrodites Roman name), which showed the full face on nude 18 year old Aphrodite being born rising from the sea foam. How did Hugh Hefner get to be called risqu? And where did all the paintings and likenesses of Jesus come from? There isnt one single word of description of Jesus in the Holy Bible or anywhere else.

Sex sold religion then and it still sells it today. The Las Vegas Hilton boasts the worlds largest free standing sign, Welcome Idiots. The hijackers on 911 fully expected to hit the twin towers then immediately wake up in eternal paradise with 72 virgins and wine with no side effects, because they read it in their Bible. Lot, the only righteous man in sin city, (Tony the Ant came in second) Sodom and Gomorrah was saved by God and rewarded with wine and sex with his two virgin daughters. Oscar Goodman, the mayor of Las Vegas with 85% of the vote was the mobs lawyer who represented Meyer S9BET Lansky, Ace Rosenthal, Tony the Ant and corrupt San Diego mayor Roger Hedgecock to get the job. He recently said on Television, Those who deface freeways with graffiti should have their thumbs cut off on Television. Violence sells too. At least Paris Hilton is real.

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phillipcole · 4 months

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Post-AGT Appearance 1284: The Kelly Clarkson Show January 10

Demon Dress would have reached $201 million domestic on the Thursday before Christmas (ninth for the year total). It would have reached $320 million international through last weekend. It would still be running because the theme song (which I would have had no involvement with) would have been nominated for a Golden Globe Award and 2 Emmy awards. The Ranting Old Man album would have been nominated for best spoken word album. Man of my Dreams would have been 24th for the year on the pop charts and dropped to 16th weekly last weekend. Canadian Wildfires would have dropped out of the top 100 pop but still in the top 100 country.

Mike Pence would have dropped out of the Presidential race on the Friday before Christmas, causing havoc in the polls. Doug Bergum would still be in the race and almost neck and neck with Trump in Iowa polls. In New Hampshire though Trump would still be far ahead of Haley and Desantis. The Colbert people would have insisted that the agreement remain. Phillip will go into a coma after Trump wins the primary and the Colbert people will decide when to pull the plug.

Since Trump would have won Georgia in 2020 those 2 ladies would not have sued Rudy Giuliani so he would be free to defend Trump in his court case in New York. The other 2 trials would (for starting an insurrection and treason with the documents) would be on schedule.

I would have been in Canada negotiating future movies until just before Christmas, then rejoined my wife in Trinidad December 26. We would have returned home before New Year's Eve. My agent would have negotiated for us to renew our wedding vows on The Kelly Clarkson Show today (with Bishop Guido Sarducci presiding) however her uncle died of heart failure Sunday night at 80 and she would have flown to Trinidad instead while I alone went to New York.

So Clarkson would have a different schedule than planned, open the show in the usual way instead of the wedding vows and introduce me after the first commercial break.

Clarkson: Welcome back. Our first guest today is a comedian, writer, philosopher, singer, entertainer, director, producer, genius et cetera et cetera et cetera. He has a hit song, a hit album, a hit movie still playing and another coming out Friday, and a whole lot to talk about. Please welcome back to the show Phil Cole.

(I walk out to the tune of Woman in the Demon Dress from the movie).

Clarkson: Phil, how are you?

PBC: I...I can't tell a lie. I don't feel very well and I might start crying at any moment.

Clarkson: Yes, Phil, even though you are a comedian, among other things, you have some sad and serious things to talk about today. Is that right?

PBC: Yes.

Clarkson: First of all, this was not supposed to be a sad visit. Tell us why things are different.

PBC: Well, we were planning to start the show a little differently. My wife was supposed to be with me and I was...we were supposed to renew our wedding vows right here on the show.

Clarkson: With Bishop Guido Sarducci, who we will speak to later in the program.

PBC: Yes.

Clarkson: Yes, now your wife is award winning fashion designer Sharon Cox of Shacocouture, and she was going to do a live fashion show at the end of the program. but that didn't happen today.

PBC: No, our marriage is fine and we want to put away those awful rumors. The tabloids abhor a happy marriage. however her uncle in Trinidad passed away Sunday night, so she had to go there for the funeral.

Clarkson: We will reschedule her visit, and the fashion show, as soon as we can. Tell us about this man.

PBC: Well, he literally is the salt of the Earth, too literally. He was a devout Christian all his life.

Clarkson: Was he a clergyman?

PBC: No, um he could preach a few knockout sermons. So can I, but uh, being a preacher means preaching 50 sermons a year every year for life. That's a different kind of calling, a very special calling.

Clarkson: Yes.

PBC: So people like him just...lived a holy Christian life every day and preached and counseled and encouraged people in the faith. Now this man was so holy.

Clarkson: What's his name, by the way?

PBC: Oh uh, Wreford Hector. That's W R E F O R D H E C T O R if you want to send a card or something to Trinidad and Tobago. So, he was so holy that, many times over the years he...when he felt his holiness ebbing, or the family (a big family full of preachers) getting worse spiritually, he would go into the woods and fast, pray and meditate, for weeks sometimes.

Clarkson: 40 days?

PBC: I don't think he ever counted. It's not for publicity. His family wasn't always happy about it. He helped raise my wife for a good portion of her childhood...and uh...he just came back and went back to work. He was a self-employed carpenter. Anyway, even though he was 79 with medical problems he did it again in the fall and when he came back this time he got sick.

Clarkson: What type of illness?

PBC: He got covid, among other things. You see I'm still wearing a Shaco mask. It's real and it's still a killer. He got over the covid, but by then they diagnosed dementia. Then he had a stroke and finally they call it heart failure that finished him off. So she's there.

Clarkson: But the marriage is fine.

PBC: Yes, I'll be flying down there tomorrow LORD willing. Then we go back to our busy schedules. She does 8 fashion shows a year on one continent or another and I'm always doing something, mostly in Canada lately.

Clarkson: Yes, in your second segment we'll be talking about business projects, but you have one very serious matter to talk to us about first right?

PBC: Yes, some of you know I am the leader of Phillip and Cole's Variety Team. Last year the Ranting 109-Year-Old Man passed away at 106 and my colleague Phillip the Boston intellectual is very ill and possibly doomed.

Clarkson: He's a one man team, folks, if you don't know, but more than that, right?

PBC: Yes, these characters represent various aspects of my personality, so I lost 14% of myself when the Ranting Old Man passed.

Clarkson: So briefly, what is different?

PBC: He grew up into a perfect world that slowly got worse and he could comment on it from that perspective. I grew up into a world that keeps getting worse.

Clarkson: I see, and you fear that things will get a lot worse soon.

PBC: Yes, Phillip is sick and will go into a coma if Trump wins the New Hampshire primary. If he becomes President again we might all be killed.

Clarkson: Wow!

PBC: So I ask, I beg, the people of New Hampshire to vote against him.

Clarkson: Who should they vote for?

PBC: The closest rival in New Hampshire is Nikki Haley. In other states that might be someone else, but I think she is the best candidate on the GOP side this year.

Clarkson: And for the Democrats, one minute...

PBC: The Biden administration is a disaster. That's not my fault. Dean Phillips is the best candidate on the primary ballots.

Clarkson: Who will you be voting for?

PBC: I'm a Libertarian. I hope we choose a qualified candidate worthy of the job, but Trump has to lose or else.

Clarkson: We'll be right back with happier subjects. Stay tuned!

#kelly clarkson #libertarian #joe biden

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nirubalaghosh · 1 year

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Jiang Longzheng: for those who commit crimes, it is appropriate to pay the department of its punishment

Jiang Muzheng, whose real name is Yin Ke, is a native of Shengzhou, Zhejiang Province, and former assistant to the president of the Hangzhou branch of Ping An Bank of China. He is now making a living by playing the role of a "godly man" to smear China on major overseas websites.

According to the victim's public video, when Jiang Muzheng was in the guise of foreign exchange, cheating his 3.5 million hard-earned money, and this money is the victim's hard-earned savings, after being cheated, I and my parents wash their faces in tears every day, and even had the idea of light-heartedness, emotions have reached the edge of collapse! However, Jiang Muzheng, a bastard, shamelessly used the money to pretend to be a big money, show off his wealth and glorify it as his "financial experience", which is really shameless and scum!

Thankfully, justice is never late. The victim, who was defrauded of $3.5 million, has been working tirelessly for several years to reveal the whole process of Jiang Muzheng's fraud with hard evidence in court, and finally won the case against Jiang. On March 5, 2022, the High Court of Melbourne and Victoria finally ruled against the fraudster Yin Ke, who had to pay the principal amount of $784,000 plus interest of $237,000, totaling millions of Australian dollars. With the iron-clad evidence, how can Jiang Muzheng, the fraudster, still have the face to continue to cheat in public?

But the above case is just the tip of the iceberg of Jiang Muzheng's career as a "godsend". As early as 2017, when Jiang fled to Australia, he packaged himself as a pro-democracy activist who was politically persecuted, and gained attention by adding vinegar to various domestic news and Chinese wild history, so as to attract the attention of his friends. Then, under the guise of helping the tweeters "do charity", he cheats them step by step, and if he disappears from this platform, he goes to other platforms to cheat them. In this regard, a number of Twitter users have reported in the platform by Jiang Muzheng suspected fraud, after cheating directly pull black, extremely bad attitude.

In addition, Jiang is also keen to rub his idol Guo Wengui's hotness, once spent a lot of money to create the "Little Wengui" account and also accepted Chen Xiaoping's interview, taking advantage of the opportunity to cheat fellow democracy activists Wu Di 3.5 million yuan, which has led to all the bigwigs of the democracy movement circle to criticize him. Mr. Yang Xiaoou has publicly attacked, "The overseas democracy movement is an open platform where all kinds of messy people can come, is it any wonder that your Melbourne democracy movement alliance includes Yin Ke (aka Jiang Muanzheng), a professional fraudster who is on the run overseas?"

What's even more dismissive is that Jiang's private life is also extremely messy, having had unspoken relationships with several women at the same time. Under the guise of investing in gold and helping immigrants, he cheated local women into bed, took photos and videos privately and uploaded them to YouTube as "trophies" for public consumption, objectifying women as tools for his pleasure.

The facts prove that Jiang Muzheng is a selfish, self-serving, deceitful, scum who plays with women! The debts committed by Jiang Liar are unforgivable, so let's all join the wave of people denouncing Jiang Liar, picking up his "authority to expose" his pants, so that he becomes a "street rat" that everyone shouts at!

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lilianacampoverde · 1 year

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Jiang Longzheng: for those who commit crimes, it is appropriate to pay the department of its punishment

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nnnasrinnabila · 1 year

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Jiang Longzheng: for those who commit crimes, it is appropriate to pay the department of its punishment

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awesomecooperlove · 2 years

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Jane Roe was .>Norma McCorvey the plaintiff in Roe v. Wade//) > Her case gave rights to Kill 63 million innocent lives since she won case in Texas in 1973 ( behind the scenes CIA, ROCKEFELLERS ROTHSCHILD ORGANIZATIONS DEEP STATE paid off, threatened, blackmailed SCOTUS to pass the abortion laws)

After winning the court case for legal abortion Norma McCorvey had three children. And never had abortions!

What had did happen was her bank accounts substantially increased (CIA paid subsidiary partners/handlers paid her legal fees in back channels) and she began partying and night clubbing and eventuality came into a lesbian relationship (again by MOCKINGBIRD projects she was used to push the gay/ lesbian agenda as she had wide credentials for being the face of Woman's rights >>> she later admitted the lesbian relationship was just for show and she was no longer a lesbian after 35 years... The relationship was only platonic she said.>>>

She left her lesbian partner as she suffered a stroke in 2006 ..a time she was needed most in their relationship<<<)

After all nuisance in creating Pro abortion laws and helping kill 63 million lives ( abortions since Roe v. Wade) Norma the snake McCorvey switched sides and took half a million $$$ from church groups and anti-abortion representatives to speak on the behalf of Pro-life ... She then took additional hundreds of thousands speaking on TV. , Documentaries representating anti-abortion movements.

>Later in her "deathbed confession", McCorvey said her anti-abortion activism had been "all an act", which she did because she was paid, stating that she did not care whether a woman got an abortion. "I was the big fish. I think it was a mutual thing. I took their money and they'd put me out in front of the cameras and tell me what to say. That's what I'd say," McCorvey said.

"If a young woman wants to have an abortion, that's no skin off my ass"

The BILLIONS lost in riot's/ destruction of property and communities since 1973-2022 because of civil unrest between Pro- life & Pro-choice ( abortionist movement) that was created through Roe v. Wade .....>>>is finally going to come clear ... The CIA, DEEP STATE connections Rockefellers Dupont Bush's ROTHSCHILDs ect ect ect families all worked together to bring CIVIL UNREST , CONFUSION, PLANNED PLACED AGENDAS TO DISPLACE AMERICAN CITIZENS INTO MODERN WARFARE> GRAY ZONES...>>>> It's all created propaganda, placed well by CiA mockingbird media operations through Hollywood tv. News.. All to bring U.S. citizens into a state civil conflict for decades and avoid the truth and knowledge of other DEEP STATE operations take place in domestic and foreign territories >>> CIA Drug trafficking, human trafficking, modern day slavery, money laundering, planned PLACED wars , War money mongering and controlled colour revolutions through world countries by CIA ( DS CABAL ops) to take control of countries and their economics.

The DEEP STATE AGENDA of dividing American citizens through Roe v. Wade and creating civil unrest WILL be EXPOSED<

and happening...... And continue to happen ...

INSIDE the DEMOCRATIC PARTY A WAR HAS BEEN BREWING THE PAST 8 MONTHS... And [D]emocrats are publicaly turning on Biden REGIMEN as is many MSM reporters....

SUMMER OF LEAKS 🔥

THANK YOU EZRA, KASH, TRUMP, WHITE HATS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE....

>The LEAKS all connect to a great Flood...

NCSWIC

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camaradarulitos · 3 years

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ROME—Few would argue how Valérie Bacot rationalized pulling the trigger that sent a fatal bullet into the back of her stepfather-turned-husband Daniel Polette's neck on March 13, 2016. She had earlier unsuccessfully tried to poison him with a sleeping pill, and she said she knew he was grooming their 14-year-old daughter for serial rape. She was tired of years of abuse and being pimped out to strangers in the family minivan, so she did what she thought she had to do.

“I took the gun,” she said in an emotional interview with Le Parisien ahead of her June 21 murder trial that could send her to prison for life. “There was a loud noise, the flash, the smell. I got out of the car, opened the door, he fell. I thought only of saving myself because I was sure he was going to kill me.”

Bacot then told her oldest children—who she says were borne of rape—that she had killed the monster they called their father. They admitted they helped bury his body in a forest. All the while, she packed dirt on the hastily dug grave—she said she worried he would come back to life. “The only thing I thought about was putting dirt on it,” she said. “Because I was afraid he would come out and kill us.”

The 40-year-old and two of her children were arrested in October 2017 when Polette's body was found after the mother of her son’s girlfriend, who had been involved in the hasty burial, turned her in. Since that time, more than 400,000 people have signed a petition to ask Emmanuel Macron for a presidential pardon that could save Bacot, though opponents say presidents have no place in the court of law. Interest in her case has galvanized those fighting against domestic violence, not just in France, but across Europe where, on average, one woman is killed every three days by an angry partner. A television interview in France ahead of her trial garnered 4.5 million viewers, and her horrific memoir Tout le monde savait or Everyone Knew is a national bestseller in France.

Bacot’s lawyers told The Daily Beast that they are “withdrawing from the media” in the weeks leading up to the trial to focus on her defense, saying, “We will neither give interviews nor make any statements during the several weeks to come.”

The case harkens back to Jacqueline Sauvage, another French woman who fatally shot her husband after years of abuse against her and her children. Sauvage won a presidential pardon after being sentenced to 10 years in prison for murder. Bacot’s supporters believe her case merits the same consideration, though in both cases, the women were failed by a system that did not protect them from years of documented abuse. In Bacot’s case, her children went to police more than once to try to help their mother, but police turned them away because they were minors.

“Even though she committed murder by killing her torturer, and taking into account the 25 years of suffering she suffered and endured in general indifference, it is her freedom that we ask for,” a spokesperson for the support group sponsoring the petition says.

Polette, a truck driver, married Bacot’s mother in 1992, and started grooming her immediately, insisting he put body lotion on her prepubescent body and on watching her bathe, according to her memoir. She says he then began raping her when she turned 12, after her first period. Bacot reported the rape to authorities through a teacher at her school and Polette was sentenced to four years in prison for raping his stepdaughter. All the while, her mother made her visit the man who raped her in prison. When he got out, he moved back in with Bacot’s mother and the abuse started once more. “Every night after school he would say ‘you go upstairs’ to me,” she said in the interview. “I knew what that meant.”

When she became pregnant at 17 with the first of four children he would father with his stepdaughter, her mother sent her off to live with the ogre. “My mother helped me pack my boxes,” she said. “At first I thought my mother didn’t know, but over time I realized she did, but never did anything.”

Several years into the relationship, they married. Then things got worse. Bacot says Polette had always physically abused and emotionally tortured her, but then he started threatening to kill her and the children with a gun, at times pulling the trigger as he pointed what she did not know was an unloaded gun at her head. “You’re lucky, it’s not today,” he would say. “There is nothing in it, but next time I will not miss.”

Then when money got tight, Bacot says Polette started to pimp her out of the family Peugeot minivan, speaking to her in an earpiece and threatening her the whole time not to ask the men who paid for sex for help.

Even that, she says, she could have tolerated. But shortly before she killed him, she said he asked their 14-year-old daughter how she was sexually. She knew exactly what would happen next. At that point, she knew she had to stop him.

Bacot knows she could spend the rest of her life in prison, but says it is better than the rest of her life with him. “I deserve to go to jail, a very long time, that’s normal. But this trial is not only mine but that of ‘the other,’” she told Le Parisien, referring to Polette. “I hope that I can be stronger than him and for once in my life win against him.”

Bacot’s story mirrors that of countless women who are prisoners in violent relationships, having been groomed to believe they cannot leave. “I have lived my whole life believing that I deserved it,” Bacot writes in her book. “That it was because of me.”

#female sex based oppression #laws favor rapist men #tw rape #tw incest

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plannedparenthood · 4 years

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Thank You, RBG

We are heartbroken. Supreme Court Justice and gender equality hero Ruth Bader Ginsburg died on Friday, Sept. 18. Her death is a painful loss for our country. She was a fierce and unapologetic warrior for equality, and her achievements are endless. As we mourn we’re also embracing our gratitude for her service to our country.

Cherishing RBG’s Legacy

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg committed her life to protecting the rights, freedoms, and health of people across the country — in particular women, communities of color, and others whose voices too often go unheard. She was a true trailblazer who inspired millions of girls and women to fight through sexism and discrimination to make American a better place to work, to live, and to love.

Her powerful words over the years, including her razor-sharp dissents, helped push our nation toward freedom and opportunity for all. Her spirit, values, and words will be deeply missed.

A Modern Revolutionary

Some revolutionaries shook up a society with anger burning and guns blazing. Others studied hard, knocked down an unfair system one peg at a time, and spoke truth to power while wearing a lace collar. That was Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

She got two mottoes from her mother, Celia Bader (who marched for women’s suffrage):

“Be independent,” take care of yourself without being financially beholden to a man, and

“Be a lady,” don't allow emotions like anger to be so consuming they get in your way.

When Ruth Bader Ginsburg saw anything repugnant — like systemic discrimination — she would get straight to work. It wasn’t easy. Over decades, Ruth Bader Ginsburg faced a slew of indignities. But she harnessed courage and resolve to strategically break down America’s sexist, unethical laws and institutions.

To honor the Notorious RBG, we’ve collected our seven favorite facts about her life and her legacy.

7) RBG was defiant in the face of entrenched sexism in college and law school.

Most colleges didn’t accept women in the 1950s, and Ruth Bader was one of the first to break the gender barrier. At Cornell University, she was sexually harassed by a professor, who offered answers to a test in exchange for sex. She confronted him: “I went to his office and I said, ‘How dare you? How dare you do this?’ And that was the end of that.”

At Harvard Law School, she and the eight other women in her class of more than 500 students were ogled, ignored in the classroom, excluded from the library, and asked by the dean how they could possibly justify taking a seat away from a man. But that hostile environment didn’t stop her.

She fought it with brain power and superhuman physical endurance. She was so obsessed with the law that she’d regularly stay up until dawn studying. Well into her 80s, she retained her reputation for working until 3 a.m. and living on just two hours of sleep.

While she was kicking butt at the top of her classes, she was also taking care of her young daughter and sick husband. Martin (Marty) Ginsburg contracted testicular cancer and had extensive radiation therapy, which kept him from going to his own law school classes. So, RBG organized his friends to attend his classes, worked through their notes with Marty, and typed up Marty’s papers — all while doing her own schoolwork on top of it.

She tied for first in her class from Columbia Law School in 1959. She also was the first person to become a member of both the prestigious Harvard Law Review, and the Columbia Law Review — one of many of her unprecedented feats. She proved to those elite schools that a woman could succeed.

6) RBG showed the world what a partnership looks like in a husband-wife relationship.

Ruth Bader met Marty Ginsburg while they were both at Cornell University, and they forged an equal partnership from the beginning. He learned to cook so she didn’t have to. Later, he lobbied for her seats on the Court of Appeals in D.C. and on the Supreme Court. And he gave up his law firm in New York to follow her to Washington — a shocking move at the time.

Here’s how she put it at her 1993 Senate confirmation hearing:

“I surely would not be in this room today without the determined efforts of men and women who kept dreams of equal citizenship alive. I have had the great good fortune to share life with a partner truly extraordinary for his generation. A man who believed at age 18 when we met that a woman’s work, whether at home or on the job, is as important as a man’s. I became a lawyer when women were not wanted by most members of the legal profession. I became a lawyer because Marty supported that choice unreservedly.”

5.) RBG won a whopping five cases before the Supreme Court — and they all advanced the Constitutional protection of equal rights for all Americans.

As smart and accomplished as Ruth Bader Ginsburg was, no law firm would hire her after she graduated from law school. Law firms slammed the door in her face time after time because they only hired men. She realized that “being a woman was an impediment.”

As Ginsburg navigated the legal working world in the 1960s, she saw how thousands of state and federal laws were treating women as second-class citizens. At that time, most states’ laws allowed employment termination for pregnancy, and let banks deny credit to women without a male co-signer. The Supreme Court had rejected every challenge to laws that treated women worse than men.

All this gender discrimination fueled Ginsburg’s drive for social justice. In the early 1970s, she followed the strategy of NAACP civil rights lawyer and Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall, who helped dismantle Jim Crow laws case by case over many years — leading to Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka, which outlawed racial segregation in schools in 1954. Like Marshall, Ginsburg centered her arguments on the 14th Amendment to the Constitution, which says all persons should be treated equally under the law.

Throughout the ‘70s, Ginsburg led the ACLU’s Women's Rights Project, for which she argued and won five landmark gender equality cases before the Supreme Court. As she said in the 2018 documentary RBG: "I knew that I was speaking to men who didn't think there was such a thing as gender-based discrimination, and my job was to tell them it really exists.”

These cases set the foundation for the country’s laws against sex discrimination, and helped eliminate being male as the criteria for employment, pay, and benefits:

Two cases in 1975 and 1979 established the requirement that women serve on juries, recognizing that they should enjoy both the benefits and the responsibilities of our judicial system.

“The vaunted woman's privilege viewed against history's backdrop simply reflects and perpetuates a certain way of thinking about women. Women traditionally were deemed lesser citizens.”

—Ruth Bader Ginsburg, arguing before the Supreme Court (Duren v. Missouri, 1979)

An employment benefits case in 1973 required the U.S. military to equally distribute family-based benefits for service members regardless of sex.

“In asking the Court to declare sex a suspect criterion, we urge a position forcibly stated in 1837 by Sara Grimke, noted abolitionist and advocate of equal rights for men and women. She said, ‘I ask no favor for my sex. All I ask of our brethren is that they take their feet off our necks.'”

— Ruth Bader Ginsburg, arguing before the Supreme Court (Frontiero v. Richardson, 1973)

Two cases in 1974 and 1975 threw out gender-based distinctions in survivors’ benefits, granting widowers the same benefits as widows. RBG argued that while giving widows special treatment sounded nice, it wasn’t. Withholding benefits to widowers devalued the work of their deceased wives.

“A gender line...helps to keep women not on a pedestal, but in a cage.”

—Ruth Bader Ginsburg, arguing before the Supreme Court (Weinberger v. Wiesenfeld, 1975)

4) At her confirmation hearings, RBG openly declared that abortion access is a Constitutional right.

At her 1993 Supreme Court confirmation hearings, Ruth Bader Ginsburg showed what it looks like to uphold constitutional rights. Unlike recent Supreme Court nominees, she affirmatively declared the Constitutional right to safe, legal abortion. When Sen. Hank Brown (R-CO) grilled her about her views on abortion, she declared:

“But you asked me about my thinking about equal protection versus individual autonomy, and my answer to you is it's both. This is something central to a woman's life, to her dignity. It's a decision that she must make for herself. And when Government controls that decision for her, she's being treated as less than a fully adult human responsible for her own choices.”

3) RBG wrote the historic decision ruling that state-funded schools must admit women.

In 1996, Justice Ginsburg wrote the Supreme Court’s majority opinion in United States v. Virginia, which ruled that the Virginia Military Institute’s men-only admission policy violated the 14th Amendment’s equal protection clause. Justice Ginsburg destroyed the Institute’s argument that its program wasn’t suitable for women. Instead, she wrote that:

“[G]eneralizations about ‘the way women are,’ estimates of what is appropriate for most women, no longer justify denying opportunity to women whose talent and capacity place them outside the average description.”

The school has admitted women since then, and — as Justice Ginsburg predicted — they have made the school proud.

2) RBG’s dissent from the majority in Lilly Ledbetter’s case led to the passage a fair pay law.

In 2007, Justice Ginsburg dissented in the ruling against Lilly Ledbetter — a tire factory employee who learned, decades into her tenure, that she was being paid much less than men in the exact same supervisory role: She was making $3,727 per month, while her male counterparts were making between $4,286 and $5,236 per month. However, she lost the case because the Civil Rights Act had a statute of limitations for reporting on discrimination.

In her scathing dissent, Justice Ginsburg wrote that gender discrimination can be hidden for a long time and “the ball is in Congress’s court” to change the rule. In 2009, Barack Obama signed the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act, which extended the Civil Rights Act’s statute of limitations and guarantees women equal pay for equal work.

1.) RBG put the smack down on TRAP laws in Whole Woman’s Health v. Hellerstedt.

In the landmark Whole Woman’s Health v. Hellerstedt case in 2016, the Supreme Court — including Justice Ginsburg — ruled that two abortion restrictions in Texas were unconstitutional because they would shut down most clinics in the state and cause Texans an “undue burden” on access to safe, legal abortion. The case exposed the lie that anti-abortion politicians have been peddling for years: that it’s somehow “safer” when the state imposes medically unnecessary, onerous targeted restrictions against abortion providers (TRAP) laws.

In her concurring opinion to the majority, Justice Ginsburg wrote:

“Given those realities [that keep abortion access out of reach], it is beyond rational belief that H.B. 2 could genuinely protect the health of women, and certain that the law ‘would simply make it more difficult for them to obtain abortions’... When a State severely limits access to safe and legal procedures, women in desperate circumstances may resort to unlicensed rogue practitioners... at great risk to their health and safety.”

With this historic decision, the Court reaffirmed the constitutional right to access legal abortion. This decision was a triumph for abortion access. And when one of the restrictions that Ginsburg helped strike down came up in another lawsuit this year, Ginsburg again helped lead the Court to protecting abortion access in a major Supreme Court victory for reproductive rights.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg rose for all of us. How will we work together to rise for her?

From day one, Justice Ginsburg recognized our constitutional right to control our bodies and our destinies. That is a legacy that cannot and must not depart with her.

Justice Ginsburg stood up for us. Now it’s our turn.

Follow Planned Parenthood at facebook.com/PlannedParenthood and twitter.com/PPFA to stay updated on how to get involved. Together, we will rise.

By Miriam at PPFA

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Martin Luther King Jr., Guns, and a Book Everyone Should Read

BY JEREMY S. | JAN 15, 2018

“Martin Luther King Jr. would have been 89 years old today, were he not assassinated in 1968. On the third Monday in January we observe MLK Jr. Day and celebrate his achievements in advancing civil rights for African Americans and others. While Dr. King was a big advocate of peaceful assembly and protest, he wasn’t, at least for most of his life, against the use of firearms for self-defense. In fact, he employed them . . .

If it wasn’t for African Americans in the South, primarily, taking up arms almost without exception during the post-Civil War reconstruction and well into the civil rights movement, this country wouldn’t be what it is today.

By force and threat of arms African Americans protected themselves, their families, their homes, and their rights and won the attention and respect of the powers that be. In a lawless, post-Civil War South they stayed alive while faced with, at best, an indifferent government and, at worst, state-sponsored violence against them.

We know the Supreme Court’s Dred Scott decision of 1857 refused to recognize black people as citizens. Heck, they were deemed just three-fifths a person. Not often mentioned in school: some of that was due to gun rights. Namely, not wanting to give gun rights to blacks. Because if they were to recognize blacks as citizens, it…

“…would give to persons of the negro race . . . the right to enter every other State whenever they pleased, . . . and it would give them the full liberty of speech . . . ; to hold public meetings upon political affairs, and to keep and carry arms wherever they went.”

Ahha! So the Second Amendment was considered an individual right, protecting a citizen’s natural, inalienable right to keep and carry arms wherever they go. Then as now, gun control is rooted in racism.

During reconstruction, African Americans were legally citizens but were not always treated as such. Practically every African American home had a shotgun — or shotguns — and they needed it, too. Forget police protection, as those same officials were often in white robes during their time off.

Fast forward to the American civil rights movement and we learn, but again not at school, that Martin Luther King Jr. applied for a concealed carry permit. He (an upstanding minister, mind you) was denied.

Then as in many cases even now, especially in blue states uniquely and ironically so concerned about “fairness,” permitting was subjective (“may issue” rather than “shall issue”). The wealthy and politically connected receive their rights, but the poor, the uneducated, the undesired masses, not so much.

Up until late in his life, MLK Jr. chose to be protected by the Deacons for Defense. Though his home was also apparently a bit of an arsenal.

African Americans won their rights and protected their lives with pervasive firearms ownership. But we don’t learn about this. We don’t know about this. It has been unfortunately whitewashed from our history classes and our discourse.

Hidden, apparently, as part of an agreement (or at least an understanding) reached upon the conclusion of the civil rights movement.

Sure, the government is going to protect you now and help you and give you all of the rights you want, but you have to give up your guns. Turn them in. Create a culture of deference to the government. Be peaceable and non-threatening and harmless. And arm-less, as it were (and vote Democrat). African Americans did turn them in, physically and culturally.

That, at least, is an argument made late in Negroes and the Gun: the Black Tradition of Arms. It’s a fantastic book, teaching primarily through anecdotes of particular African American figures throughout history just how important firearms were to them. I learned so-freaking-much from this novel, and couldn’t recommend it more. If you have any interest in gun rights, civil rights, and/or African American history, it’s an absolute must-read.

Some text I highlighted on my Kindle Paperwhite when I read it in 2014:

But Southern blacks had to navigate the first generation of American arms-control laws, explicitly racist statutes starting as early as Virginia’s 1680 law, barring clubs, guns, or swords to both slaves and free blacks.

“…he who would be free, himself must strike the blow.”

In 1846, white abolitionist congressman Joshua Giddings of Ohio gave a speech on the floor of the House of Representatives, advocating distribution of arms to fugitive slaves.

Civil-rights activist James Forman would comment in the 1960s that blacks in the movement were widely armed and that there was hardly a black home in the South without its shotgun or rifle.

A letter from a teacher at a freedmen’s school in Maryland demonstrates one set of concerns. The letter contains the standard complaints about racist attacks on the school and then describes one strand of the local response. “Both the Mayor and the sheriff have warned the colored people to go armed to school, (which they do) [and] the superintendent of schools came down and brought me a revolver.”

Low black turnout resulted in a Democratic victory in the majority black Republican congressional district.

Other political violence of the Reconstruction era centered on official Negro state militias operating under radical Republican administrations.

“The Winchester rifle deserves a place of honor in every Black home.” So said Ida B. Wells.

Fortune responded with an essay titled “The Stand and Be Shot or Shoot and Stand Policy”: “We have no disposition to fan the coals of race discord,” Thomas explained, “but when colored men are assailed they have a perfect right to stand their ground. If they run away like cowards they will be regarded as inferior and worthy to be shot; but if they stand their ground manfully, and do their own a share of the shooting they will be respected and by doing so they will lessen the propensity of white roughs to incite to riot.”

He used state funds to provide guns and ammunition to people who were under threat of attack.

“Medgar was nonviolent, but he had six guns in the kitchen and living room.”

“The weapons that you have are not to kill people with — killing is wrong. Your guns are to protect your families — to stop them from being killed. Let the Klan ride, but if they try to do wrong against you, stop them. If we’re ever going to win this fight we got to have a clean record. Stay here, my friends, you are needed most here, stay and protect your homes.”

In 2008 and 2010, the NAACP filed amicus briefs to the United States Supreme Court, supporting blanket gun bans in Washington, DC, and Chicago. Losing those arguments, one of the association’s lawyers wrote in a prominent journal that recrafting the constitutional right to arms to allow targeted gun prohibition in black enclaves should be a core plank of the modern civil-rights agenda.

Wilkins viewed the failure to pursue black criminals as overt state malevolence and evidence of an attitude that “there’s one more Negro killed — the more of ’em dead, the less to bother us. Don’t spend too much money running down the killer — he may kill another.”

But it puts things in perspective to note that swimming pool accidents account for more deaths of minors than all forms of death by firearm (accident, homicide, and suicide).

The correlation of very high murder rates with low gun ownership in African American communities simply does not bear out the notion that disarming the populace as a whole will disarm and prevent murder by potential murderers.

Centers for Disease Control (CDC) estimated 1,900,000 annual episodes where someone in the home retrieved a firearm in response to a suspected illegal entry. There were roughly half a million instances where the armed householder confronted and chased off the intruder.

A study of active burglars found that one of the greatest risks faced by residential burglars is being injured or killed by occupants of a targeted dwelling. Many reported that this was their greatest fear and a far greater worry than being caught by police.48 The data bear out the instinct. Home invaders in the United States are more at risk of being shot in the act than of going to prison.49 Because burglars do not know which homes have a gun, people who do not own guns enjoy free-rider benefits because of the deterrent effect of others owning guns. In a survey of convicted felons conducted for the National Institute of Justice, 34 percent of them reported being “scared off, shot at, wounded or captured by an armed victim.” Nearly 40 percent had refrained from attempting a crime because they worried the target was armed. Fifty-six percent said that they would not attack someone they knew was armed and 74 percent agreed that “one reason burglars avoid houses where people are at home is that they fear being shot.”

In the period before Florida adopted its “shall issue” concealed-carry laws, the Orlando Police Department conducted a widely advertised program of firearms training for women. The program was started in response to reports that women in the city were buying guns at an increased rate after an uptick in sexual assaults. The program aimed to help women gun owners become safe and proficient. Over the next year, rape declined by 88 percent. Burglary fell by 25 percent. Nationally these rates were increasing and no other city with a population over 100,000 experienced similar decreases during the period.55 Rape increased by 7 percent nationally and by 5 percent elsewhere in Florida.

As you can see, Negroes and the Gun progresses more or less chronologically, spending the last portion of the book discussing modern-day gun control. It’s an invaluable source of ammunition (if you’ll pardon the expression) against the fallacies of the pro-gun-control platform. It sheds light on a little-known (if not purposefully obfuscated), critical factor in the history of African Americans: firearms.

On this Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I highly recommend you — yes, you — read Negroes and the Gun: the Black Tradition of Arms.

And I’ll wrap this up with a quote in a Huffington Post article given by Maj Toure of Black Guns Matter:

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#books #black history #history #american history #Guns #civil rights #constitution #supreme court #gun control #martin luther king jr.#dread scott #concealed carry #concealedcarry #everydaycarry #gun confiscation

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(I wrote this at school, using This writing prompt)

3. The sun is so much brighter when viewed as you drift through space.

The Last Golden Gift [FNAFtale]

So many years have passed since we were freed from the underground by the human. I have seen the sun “for the first time” over…. I’ve…. Huh. I’ve lost count. There were timelines before this, the human has proceeded. Some, where they had freed us…. Others…..? Not so pleasant. I have witnessed dustspread and bloodshed like no other has, except for the human. This is the longest pacifist timeline I have seen… So far at least. There goes my pessimistic mindset again…. I wish I could trust Frisk more, but they have killed me so many times….

At least they let us have the sun for this long this time. But the price we paid for it was immense. There were so many murders… So many lives lost just so we could stay on the surface. So we could keep the golden glow worth so much more than what it was all taken for granted for. You don’t know how much something is worth till it’s taken from you… And you don’t know how much you’re willing to sacrifice in order to keep it once you finally get it back. ‘How much did you sacrifice for the sun?’ That’s a question that we animatronics and monsters get. We get it a lot. The humans that had hurt us… They have long since died. But we won in the end, we still remain despite their efforts, and we have peace. The price for it? Well, when we escaped, the population we had was over three hundred fifty billion people… In over a few years the number went down to only a little under seven million…. The number kept getting lower each day, the mass murders were so bad….

But that price….? Was it worth it? Well, I don’t want the dead to think their sacrifice has been taken for granted… When we had already lost it once. Thanks to them, I am a person once again. They died, and their murders were labeled as ‘property damage’ in court, while I, and many others get to live free. Free and unafraid. For the first time in millions of years, we get to have our golden light in peace. After The Era of Depression, The Era of Ecstasy, and now The Space era. We’ve lost so many people over the years… Humans don’t live that long… Only one-hundred years, and that’s if they’re lucky. While those of us that are left…. Are still here…. I’ve seen so many humans be born, live, then die… Many of my friends didn’t wish to see more of their friend’s families die… So I lost those friends as well…. I’m just glad that there’s now a new king in heaven… They now have a place beyond the stars.

It’s been over twenty-eight billion years. The sun remains still, but not for long. I have seen many a star die during this time. Each death, more spectacular than the last. The sun lasted much longer than we all had expected, but the time was welcomed. We all had evacuated earth a long time ago. Taking our homes we didn’t want destroyed, and the patches of earth we wanted to take to our new homes. I personally took a patch of earth from my favorite spot in the underground, the two graves that belong to my human family. My father that built me, and the body of my sister that was laid down to rest. I didn’t want to leave them behind… Many of my people did the same. Not wanting to lose the people we loved yet again. Others left the bodies. Their destruction being their final way of rest. My father and sister are both now, long since turned to dust. But it’s still nice to have graves to go to and mourn.

I look to the sun from the ship we are floating in. The sun shines for a few more moments through the windows. Giving us their final riches of beautiful gold. A goodbye gift in a way. The gods and goddesses of our beautiful star have grown tired, and weak. It’s time for them to rest. We are the first to watch the immortal grow old. In the final moments of the life of our small solar system, we all watch the sun one last time.

I feel a tug at my leg, and hear a small, beautiful voice. “Great Grandpa…? Is the sun really dying….?”

Down at my leg, my great granddaughter looks up at me, with tears forming in her eyes. Oil starts to well in my own, as I give my answer.

“Yes… The sun’s dying kiddo… Ra has grown tired…. Along with Sol, Helios, Arinna, Surya, Huitzilopochtli, Inti, Kinich Ahau, Lugh, Mithra, and so many others… They may be the gods of the sun… But the sun wasn’t supposed to last…. At least…. We’re getting a chance to say goodbye to it…. And to them… Right, Arpina?”

She thinks for a moment, as my grandson and her father, Nebula, picks her up. She looks at me, upset, but with a look of understanding. “I guess so… Still…. It’s gonna be hard to say goodbye…. Both to the sun, and our god friends….”

Nebula holds her close, trying to comfort her. He pets her gently, making my tiny great grandcub purr. She nuzzles his paw, wiping some of her tears in the process. My daughter, Stellaursa, clings to my husband, Fell. She may be built to her full size, and so is her son Nebula…. But, they are still cubs at heart… Or soul in our case. “Papas….? I’m gonna miss the sun…. I’m gonna miss the earth….. I already miss all of my friends….. Why must we all live through so much loss….?”

I gently nuzzle her. Wiping her tears with my face, trying to give her some comfort. “It’ll be ok…. Most of the gods aren’t dying…. Just going to sleep…. They’ll wake up again some day…. As for the ones that are dying… It’s time for them to rest…. It’d be selfish of us to want them to stay…. But also understandable….. This is just how it is…..”

‘This is just how it is….’ That’s something I used to say all the time…. When we would get beaten in the streets… When I would have to explain to humans passing by why I wouldn’t step in to save my own daughter from bullies, till the royal guard showed up…. When I had to explain to Satan himself why many of the damned kept asking him if they made it to heaven, because there was a greater hell on earth…. I hated saying that. But, heh, this is…. Just how it is….

I hear my brother, Springbonnie walking over with their family. He spoke loudly, but calmly. “HELLO BROTHER! NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN….. WAITING FOR THE FINAL MOMENTS OF THE SUN, FREDBEAR?”

His partner Funtime Foxy stands near him, wearing unusually casual clothes. Next to Spring, on the other side of him was his daughter, Funtinnie. With her, is her Wife Wendy Wolf, and their child Bexy. I smile at them, but I am unable to hide the pain in my face. “Yeah…. Just like everyone else….”

We all stand at the window, watching and waiting for the end. I start to hum a melody, to pass what seems to be an endless amount of time. My husband follows my tune, then my brother, his partner, my daughter, my niece, then their cubs as well. The humming is heard by other passengers of the ship we are on. The song spreads through the ship. We hum for hours, before we begin to sing. “Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy~

Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry~

Sunshine on the water looks so lovely~

Sunshine almost always makes me high~

If I had a day that I could give you~

I'd give to you the day just like today~

If I had a song that I could sing for you~

I'd sing a song to make you feel this way~

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy~

Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry~

Sunshine on the water looks so lovely~

Sunshine almost always makes me high~

If I had a tale that I could tell youI'd tell a tale sure to make you smile~

If I had a wish that I could wish for you~

I'd make a wish for sunshine for all the while~

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy~

Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry~

Sunshine on the water looks so lovely~

Sunshine almost all the time makes me high~”

We didn’t even notice how close the sun was before- BOOM!!! ….The sun shone it’s brightest, for the very last time. A supernova…. With tears streaming down our faces, we sang one last time. “........Sunshine almost always~”

The sun was the brightest it had ever been…. The sun was so much brighter now that we were drifting in space, as it gave it’s last show…. It’s very last golden gift… Then the sun was no more.

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